I have had DR since at least 2009, but to an extent longer than that. You all know I've been around quite a while though maybe not so much lately. I had a pretty decent remission during 2014-2017, but last October, for inexplicable reasons, my DR suddenly became drastically worse again, and it's been slowly, slowly slipping into a worse and worse presentation since then.
Right now guys. It's the middle of the afternoon, and I am just absolutely so out of it, that I truly question whether life is a dream. For the first time I actually think this may be true, even though I know it's not.
I have been begging God to help me. My girlfriend doesn't know what to do. My doctor is sending me for a new MRI of the brain.
I can barely function anymore. It's completely tortute. I'm even having bad dreams. I was cooking lunch earlier, and couldn't "see" the potatoes in front of me that I was peeling. Don't even ask. I was out in public the other day in a crowd, and everywhere just kind of melded together, and I felt as if I wasn't there.
I have been getting strange feelings when I look at people, as if I can sense their aura. Very schizo like or something, idk.
Man this is hard, I feel like I'm slipping in to psychosis! Like this time is really it.